The Euro Shoe (life)

I've been a little preoccupied by shoes lately. Today, on the train home, I alternated my time between pretending to be the worlds best drummer (but only with my feet) and noticing the shoes of others around me.

I am not so good at keeping a steady rock beat, by the way. Maybe I was distracted by what I saw around me.

One woman had some crazy white outfit on, complete with a big cord-like headband and white shoes. She was like some 80s style Amazon woman...with white shoes.

The highlight of my unusually long train ride was the Euro man. His shoes are what would happen if a court jester bootie had a baby with a cowboy boot. They were leather and had a curly front. They probably got about an inch of air at their tips. Those tips, by the way, were unexpectedly square.

I love the style of my outer borough.